OK, here's the second thing to get clear before we go on.  Palm Springs is in California, it's not in Florida.   When I told people where I was moving to, about half of them thought I was going down to Florida, which Homer Simpson memorably described as the wang of America.   Look on a map and you'll immediately see the truth of what he said.   Actually, I like Florida and I'd really like to live there, because of the warm weather and all of the opportunities for wildlife photography.   Three times now, when I've been looking for work it seemed like I was just on the point of getting a job down in Florida, but instead I ended up in New Jersey (which many people consider the Armpit of America, but which really wasn't so bad) or Chicago (which happened twice due, I suspect, to a previous life as a mass murderer or worse).
 

One of the most exciting aspects about driving a large U-haul truck is dealing with 18 wheelers, the American term for large articulated trucks.   There are an awful lot of these plying their trade on the interstate freeway system.   As they pass, the large volume of air they're pushing in front of them pushes you to the right, and then the slight vacuum behind them sucks you back to the left.   A lot of people complain about them, but I haven't experienced any unprofessional behavior from them, except perhaps when one or more of them tries to overtake you up a hill or something and then finds that the truck doesn't have enough power to get past you, and sometimes you even start going faster than they are.

Aside from the physical and mental effort of driving long distances with a truck and trailer, and the intimidation of 18 wheelers, there are other things which make driving a large U-haul tricky.   Around town, you have to go very wide to get around corners, since the truck is much larger than a car.   You have to anticipate lane changes very early, because the truck doesn't have good acceleration, and your only hope is to find a very large gap to ease into - not always easy in urban driving.   And don't even think about backing up when you've got a trailer attached - while attempting that feat, I almost got myself firmly jammed at a gas station before even leaving Chicago.   Finally, the truck takes much longer to stop than a car does, a fact which many other motorists are blissfully ignorant of.   If you look closely, you can even see the sticker in front of my steering wheel in the photo, which reads "warning:  anticipate stops and brake early.".   All in all, U-hauling is not for the faint of heart.  Perhaps I could sell that as a slogan to the U-haul company - "Not For The Faint Of Heart" - pretty snappy, don't you think?